Your Hold On Me

Chapter twelve

I woke up again in the middle of the night. He was still holding me by my side. I picked his hand up and got up from under it, very gentle making sure not to wake him. I need to use the bathroom. I closed the door and turned on the light, my pussy clenched as I came into the bathroom. My knees went weak a little and I shut my eyes tight and held my legs together. My pussy was ahecking from last night. I washed my hands and came back out to the bedroom. I slid back in bed and put his arms over me and went on my phone for a little. I was content at the moment but I started to think about Evans, I know he had a condom on and I'm pretty sure that wasn't his first time, but did I make him feel good? I wanted him to feel just as good as he made me feel. It was 6 AM I got up and put on one of his button up shirts, only buttoning up a few in the middle. I always wanted to do that, like it looked in the movies. I put my hair up and walked into the kitchen, I looked in his fridge and he had hotdogs, and beer, and that's it. I looked in his freezer and he had nothing in there. I took it upon myself to go out and buy him some food so I could cook it for him. I went in and took his car keys, I think he would be fine with me driving it. I walked down to the garage and got into his car.

As I was driving I felt like a real adult. Driving in the middle of the night to go get my man some food to cook for him. I thought of marrying him. I never wanted kids but if he was ok with it then of course I would consider it. I would never have just one child, I never want my child to be alone even if they have us. And I would want them to be born around the same time. So that they don't have to feel like one is being a child because they're around them. Well maybe three kids, one eldest like 5 years apart and then twins.

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I came back to the apartment and saw Evans sitting on the stool chair of his counter and his face in his hands.

"What's going on?"

He didn't answer

"Are you ok? I said concerned, "I got food... for me too cook for you." I stated. More of a question than a statement.

He looked up at me and his eyes looked blank but his body language looked ragged.

"Where did you go?" he said under his breath.

He looked like he was about to punch a wall.

"Did I do something wrong..." I said putting the bags on the counter.

"Do you have your phone on you?"

"Yeah I do."

"So why the fuck didn't you pick up my calls." He looked at me and I got scared like he was going to yell at me.

I looked at my phone and saw 10 missing calls from Evan's.

"I-I'm sorry", I stumbled on my words, "I- didn't see them."

"You know what time it is." He started to get up and approach me.

I backed away.

"It's 7:30. The sun is about to come out. What made you think you could leave in the middle of the night ALONE and not fucking tell me!"

His yells were sharp and rough. And I flinched a little.

"What the fuck did you think I would feel when I wake up and the bed is empty, my car keys gone and you not picking up your damn PHONE!"

He looked at me with a burning rage in his eyes.

"Evans I'm- sorry- ok- I-"

He took me by the hair and dragged me to the room and pushed me on the bed.

He got his belt from the floor and folded it.

"Turn around."

"Evans-"